Scott sighed and sat at what looked to be a white throne.
Hope, Hank, Janet, Cassie, Shuri and Kamala stood behind a large white wall, waiting for their companions to return.
"Well!" exclaimed a voice they didn't expect.
They all immediately got on guard, but saw they were surrounded by Kangs.
Immortus was the one who spoke.
"It is pointless. You don't have as many at your disposal... and will be destroyed."
They all remained on guard. Scott got off the throne and was forced to join them as they were cornered.
Rama Tut whacked Deadpool over the back with his staff, making him collapse to his knees.
Centurion had captured the four and they were all being held in devices like Strange before them.
"Are you ready to talk?"
"I've been hit with worse by lesser men," said Deadpool.
"Talk!" shouted Centurion. "Or we will kill your friends."
"Friends? First off, please by all means kill them. Especially Feminist Hulk, tryin' to copy me. Second, I barely know them. I haven't got shit left to lose, so nothin' you threaten me with will get me to talk."
He was merely stalling. He was trying to give Logan time to break out of his binds.
"So be it," said Centurion.
His arm transformed into a blaster, and he aimed it right in front of Shang Chi's face.
"Ugh, god... damn it! I'll talk? You want me to talk? Shit, I'll talk. I'm the talkingingest talker who ever fu-"
Before the sentence could be finished, Wolverine bursted from his shackles and leapt at Centurion.
Deadpool pull out his katana and swung it hard at Rama Tut's face, only for it to get blocked by Tut's staff.
"Oh, someone's been flexing some 'ceps".
Wolverine growled, cutting at Centurion. His actions were pointless. His metal skin seemed to regenerate itself. Centurion chuckled and crafted his hands into various weapons, fighting him off.
She-Hulk busted from her binds, punching Shang Chi's open.
"I'll ask but one more time! Where are the particles?"
Everyone refused to answer, instead giving witty insults and saying things beside answers.
"Very well! I suppose if you won't talk, you are as good as dead!" Immortus motioned to his variants, and they all equipped themselves with weapons.
"Over my dead body!" exclaimed Hank.
"That is the idea," said Immortus.
"Hank, please," whined Janet.
"Simply give me the particles! You'll all be set free... to die by your own means."
Hank merely shook his head.
"Then I suppose you haven't a problem with dying. Any final words?"
"Yeah. Don't get too lonely. I'll send you a postcard from Hell."
"Hank," said Janet, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm afraid it's your turn to watch the kids."
On command, a Kang lifted his blaster and aimed at Hank, and fired. The shot hit its mark.
"NO!"
"DAD!"
"HANK!"
It was too late. Hank Pym was no more.